AN: something something here. haha. don't read the italicized words-dean's dream-if you can't take too much mental image of...yeah...you know...haha. XD

although i swear it's very mild. i've read more detailed ones. nyahaha. go on and read! XD

By Chance

Very unmanly thoughts...

===3==

Dean Winchester is not gay. Or so he thought. He has never felt so static and alive being with a man before. He has never felt all warm and fuzzy towards anyone—not even towards a woman. He has never felt wanting someone so badly even though they have just met. He has never felt that turned on by a simple smirk. He has never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. He has never stammered and he has definitely never been lost for words. He always has a retort to make someone shut up. But the thing that really bothered him was that when he asked Castiel out for lunch, he practically looked like he was about to beg for him to agree. He was very thankful that Balthazar interjected; a lunch date to somewhere is now set.

Pick Castiel up from work. Go to wherever Castiel wants to go. Do my best to look adorable and maybe by the end of the day, Castiel may feel the same way. Yeah, that's what I'll do. He thought and sighed heavily; realizing how much chick flicky that sounded—do his best to look adorable. Yeah. Right.

He remembered Balthazar telling him where they both work and he decided to be a gentleman and pick him up; hoping that maybe that would turn him on.

Dean has also been very... persuasive, after getting Castiel's number from Balthazar. He kept on sending text messages to Castiel. Some were just trivial stuff—which Castiel actually appreciated. Other stuff—well, almost ALL—were kind of senseless. All Dean wanted to do was to get Castiel's attention to him. He also called twice—the second one being ignored—as he simply sat in the Impala. After the second call has been ignored, he thought that Castiel may be already asleep in bed; hestarted driving home.

As he drove, his heart rate can't seem to return to normal. His head kept on flashing images of Castiel and his beautiful smile; the shine in his beautiful blue eyes that made all the lights in the bar seem like a faded background for a master piece; the confident look on his face that makes Dean shiver; his beautifully messed up hair, waiting for Dean's hands to run through; his beautiful pink lips that Dean simply wanted to kiss; his well toned—exposed—chest underneath that white button up that made Dean wonder how it would feel under his hands—his body. That final thought led to Dean wondering what the man would look and feel like without his clothes as a hindrance. Wait, did he...? I'm such a perv. Dean thought, heart beating even faster than it was before—if that was even possible—while his face turned into an amazingly red color. Somehow, his jeans were getting too tight on him. He was glad that Sam has decided to stay at the bar for a little while. He really didn't need his little brother acting all smarty pants on him again. Or teasing him about the matter at hand.

Seriously though, he did wonder what Castiel's body would feel against his'. He wants to know how that man's body would react to his touch. He wants to feel that body in his arms. He wants to know how warm his body would feel. He wants to run his lips onto the man's neck, chest, abdomen and anywhere else he could put his lips on and savour Castiel's taste in his mouth. But most of all, he wants to get inside Castiel and feel his warmth and tightness around him. Yeah, very manly Winchester. He thought, face turning red once more. All kinds of perverted thoughts flooded his mind as he got to his apartment.

He got out of his car and into his apartment. He went straight to his room after he shut the door lock behind him. He took his socks off and threw it into the basket of his dirty clothes. He took off his shirt and replaced it with a white undershirt. He then shrugged off of his jeans and hung it at the back of the door to be used for a second time some time of the week. He went to the kitchen to his fridge and took out a slice of apple pie and a can of root beer. He went to the living room and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on to watch a rerun of his favourite show—Dr. Sexy M.D.—as he ate his dinner. The show ended at one in the morning. He stretched out a little and threw the empty can in the trash can. He brushed his teeth and washed his face before crawling into bed. He stared at the ceiling—one hand between his head and his pillow while the other rested on his stomach—thinking of those blue eyes again. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

===3==

Dean woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked. He smiled thoughtfully and bit his lower lip. He quickly and quietly got off of bed, slipping into his clothes—namely his undershirt and his boxers—that were lying on the floor. He silently went out of the room and into the kitchen, having a glimpse of a figure cooking something. The figure seemed to be wearing an old shirt of Dean's. He smiled to himself and quickly went up to the figure and wrapped his arms around it. He kissed the figure's neck softly and hugged it tighter.

"You're up early." He told the figure in his arms. Just then, he loosened his grip a little to let the figure turn to face him. Castiel. He smiled fondly at Dean and Dean returned the fond smile.

"Because I have to feed you with real food." He replied smugly.

"Hey, pie is real food." He said quietly as he kissed him softly and sweetly. Castiel smiled under the kiss and raised a brow at Dean when their lips parted—smile still intact.

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and kissed him again. "Right." He started in a whisper, "It is real food. It's not a real meal though." He finished smugly, smirking at Dean's slightly shocked face, a brow raised in a way of challenging the taller man for a retort.

Dean closed his open mouth as he blinked thoughtfully, finally shoving the thought of arguing. He turned off the stove behind Castiel and narrowed his eyes. "Can I just have you as breakfast?" he asked, tracing sweet, soft kisses on Castiel's neck. "Cause you look so delicious at the moment." He whispered and continued kissing the smaller man's neck. Castiel moaned under him and tilted his head opposite to where Dean was placing kisses all over to give him more access.

"Hmm. Maybe you can." He whispered. He can feel Dean's smile on his skin. Dean started kissing Castiel, softly at first and needy and passionate the next. He backed away slowly, dragging Castiel with him. He turned them around and Castiel met the dining table. Dean lifted him up and sat him on the table.

Castiel let his fingers run through Dean's hair and pulled him closer. He wrapped his legs around the other man's waist, pulling his body closer to him. Dean groaned when his abdomen felt Castiel hardening. He smirked, knowing very well that he was hardening as well. He slid his hands down Castiel's thighs and lifted him up, without breaking the kiss.

He carried him to the bedroom and threw them onto the bed. He started kissing Castiel's neck; biting and sucking and licking the skin. Castiel moaned in return. Dean removed his clothes quickly and was naked soon enough. Castiel removed the only clothing that covered his body and went back to kissing Dean.

"You are very much aware how amazingly hot you are, right?" Dean said roughly and breathlessly, voice filled with lust, when they parted for a while.

"Yep, pretty much." Castiel whispered back and claimed Dean's mouth back. He pulled Dean closer to his body with the use of his legs that were still around Dean's waist. Dean groaned, feeling Castiel already hard underneath him. He smirked and slowly slid his hand all the way down. His finger teased an entrance which made the man underneath moan and squirm a little which made Dean's smirk wider.

Dean bit Castiel's lower lip and kept on simply teasing the entrance. Castiel moaned louder and squirmed a little more, raising his hip so Dean would just put his finger in. Every movement Castiel did with his hip, Dean move his hand out of reach a little, feeling self satisfied. Castiel got impatient and pushed Dean away slightly. He tried to glare at Dean while catching his breath. "Quit teasing and just get on with it." He said firmly.

Dean flashed a wide smile and bit his lower lip. He leaned down to claim Castiel's lips once more but was unsuccessful because he was pushed away lightly. He grimaced at the action as Castiel raised a challenging brow which made him smile as he shook his head. He obeyed Castiel and just got on with it; opening Castiel enough for him to get in. He claimed Castiel's lips back successfully this time.

"I'm getting in." He panted through Castiel's mouth. He got a nod as a response.

Slowly and gently, he lowered himself to get inside of Castiel. They both moaned with pleasure—Dean for getting inside of Castiel and Castiel for feeling Dean inside him. He lowered even more to thrust deeper which has earned him a loud groan from the man underneath him. He slowly thrust up and down, not getting out of the other man completely.

"Dean..." he moaned breathlessly, "go a little faster... I'm... I'm at the edge." He finished with a grunt. He pulled Dean closer with his legs and claimed his mouth once more; their tongues fighting for dominance.

Dean leaned back a little to be able to speak. "Do you want me to go hard as well?" he offered breathlessly and seductively; a smug smirk painted on his face.

"Like you had to ask?" replied a breathless, lustful voice which encouraged Dean more.

After the early morning sex, they were both tired and panting. Castiel moved closer to Dean to snuggle while Dean wrapped his arms tightly around Castiel, as if the man beside him would suddenly disappear if he loosen his grip.

Castiel let out a contented soft sigh on the crook of Dean's neck as he absentmindedly doodles on the other man's chest. Dean rubbed Castiel's back softly while his other hand rested on his stomach. Castiel reached for the hand that rested on his stomach and intertwined it with his'. He played with it a little; which Dean didn't really mind. He sighed once more and put Dean's hand down; still intertwined with his.

"I love you, Dean." He whispered and kissed Dean's shoulder.

Dean released his hand from Castiel's grip gently to stroke the other man's cheek. "I love you too." He whispered back. He felt Castiel smile on his shoulder. "Sleep a little more. I know you're tired." He whispered, voice field with concern and love.

Yes, he loves Castiel.

===3==

Dean woke up flushed, replaying the dream he just had. He loves Castiel. And Castiel loves him. Wow.Just...Wow. He thought, blinking rapidly. That dream was more than just awesome. There were no words to be used to describe that wonderfully amazing dream.

A smile slowly crept up on his face. Then, he looked at his alarm clock, 5:42AM. He doesn't have to show up for work until eight o'clock so he laid down his bed once more, a fond smile painted on his face. Both of his hands were placed between his head and his pillow. He slowly closed his eyes; the smile was still glued on his face.

"Castiel..."